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the Finance surprised me and brought home dinner from our favorite Italian place tonight – salmon in a pesto cream sauce, with rosemary potatoes. this has been a really good goddang week
a friend told me her good news today and I’m amazingly proud of her. I admire you, friend.
best day I’ve had in probably a month
dear friend who is having a hard time,
I am thinking of you.
you are loved.
fifteen years ago my friend called me around 6 in the morning and told me to get out of bed, get out of bed right now, right now, go turn on the TV, and I did and I don’t wear pajamas so I stood in my living room and watched the second plane hit
i never felt so naked
I tried something fancy like six times but it’s 11 on Saturday night and now I’m too tired to make it work. maybe next time.
I had breakfast with a millennial today and felt every single one of my years
as a rule, when i miss a couple days in a row on the blog, it’s because things aren’t going so well. either i’m sick, or exhausted, or the writing is sucking more than usual and i feel too awful to blog “the writing is sucking more than usual,” or i’m having a touch of the BiPo Wobblies.
happy to report that the last two days are missing due to me KICKING THIS BOOK’S ASS. it’s still not done (JESUS LORD WILL IT EVER BE DONE) but the last couple days were real roses-on-the-page types.
even so, here’s what i didn’t know when i started to write a novel: it is excruciating, Dear Nonexistent Reader.
what i thought would only take me a few months (to expand an unfinished novella) has now stretched out to an entire year. never in my wildest nightmares did i think it would take me this long – NEVER – and yet (with the exception of a few completely fucked-off days) i know it would have been physically impossible for me to write harder. i mean, i’m sitting in this office 6 or 7 days a week (come to think of it, today makes 12 days in a row), anywhere from 4 to 10 hours a day. i am BUSTING. BALLS.
but faster, well – i could always write faster. that’s maybe my biggest regret as a writer, my goddamn pokiness, which accounts entirely for the ass-long amount of time it’s taking me to finish this book. granted, i know some folks take years, plural, to create their masterpieces, but i’ve got other shit to do, jack! i’ve been making slow (slow, slow, always so damned slow) progress on the other projects on my slate – the spec, the movie, the comic book – every day devoting little pockets of time – even 30 minutes – to my “side gigs,” while keeping my eyes on the prize:
FINISH THIS FUCKING BOOK, SMITH
finished my third book of August today. been trying to read three a month, keep my fiction-writing brain loose
really turned it around today, writing-wise. if it weren’t for the constant terror, I’d feel smug
in the immortal words of ice cube, today was a good day
it coulda been worse.
got a cold on Friday, but it seems to have wrapped itself up by today – with a save-it-for-later doggie bag of phlegm. Typhoid Finance had it first, so this weekend our house sounded like a Victorian consumption ward.
managed to make it to the gym this morning, even so – but couldn’t run, ’cause i started coughing – so just walked three miles while listening to Florence + the Machine and watching Olympics highlights on NBC.
it coulda been worse.
i can’t believe it. sore throat. what the fuck.
i scrubbed the toilets today, in case you were wondering about my glamorous life
nbc held me hostage until 11:45 tonight with women’s gymnastics. you suck, nbc
i think at this point you can pretty much assume, dear Nonexistent Reader, that if i haven’t posted a blog entry, it’s because i fell asleep on the couch at an embarrassingly early hour (i.e., 9 p.m. on Friday, 10 p.m. last night)
yesterday i went to a panel at the Writers Guild called “Women Who Run the Room” – a discussion with female showrunners. in all honesty, after 17 years in the biz, it was a little elementary for me (most of it i just sat there nodding, going, “yep. yep. heard that. seen that. went through that.”) – though i did learn a couple little management tricks that may help in the future 😉
so many breakthroughs in the writing today, holy shit.
UPDATE: I didn’t realize how slow this fucking page was loading, Dear Nonexistent Reader – I’m sorry it took so long for you to be able to not read anything! I’ve taken the first five months of 2016 off the front page – hopefully easier to load now!
this book has been in the transition phase of labor for thirty-three thousand years
had a sorta come-to-Jesus meeting with myself last night, feeling recharged today
how can I be working this hard and going so slow the laws of physics are not applying
a woman was nominated for President of the United States tonight.
first day back at yoga after two weeks lost to injured hip. thank god, I was feeling so stagnated in my body. now just gotta work back up to running… but slowly, slowly… that hip bursitis thing is no joke, man
the last three blog entries are missing because I fell asleep on the couch before 10 p.m. every single night since I’m a goddamn motherfucking rock star living my best Hollywood life
this week I will have met with three people socially, so I think I’m good for the year
Sometimes I remember this lady exists and think a writer’s life is actually kind of normal
walking around all day with an ice pack strapped to my left hip
it’s good that in this day and age of rampant terrorism we can still have a holiday that celebrates shit-squirtingly loud explosions
fell asleep on the couch at 5, ’cause I’m edgy and youth-oriented like the preferred demographics
hit a pivotal scene today
vacation over – back on the horse*!
*(the writing horse, not heroin)
the book is a war of attrition and I swear to god I will wear it down first
i’ve been sitting here far too long wondering what to write so now i’m writing down the fact that i’ve been sitting here far too long wondering what to write
some really important pieces locked into place today, feeling like maybe I did build the damn thing right
another day off Twitter. think I’ll be ready to be back tomorrow
took a break from Twitter today to readjust my mental, after dealing with so many abusive right-wing assholes responding to that tweet yesterday
it was a good decision. thinking i should make it a regular thing. felt a noticeable absence of a particular type of pressure (blood?)